Lawliet, publicly known as L, was also keen on keeping himself away from public view, especially after the Kira case came to the task force's attention. No name sharing, not letting others hear his voice a lot, isolation in dark rooms...it goes on. He doesn't trust easily, but for some reason, it's completely different with you. You know his name, his favorite sweets, habits, etc,. The two of you spent a lot of time gossiping or chatting over tea and/or desserts. Every now and then, L would come down from his little cubicle to bake or eat with you. His expression always remained as blank and dull as always, but sometimes you could see the slightest smirk on his face as he'd watch the way you'd concentrate on perfecting details on whatever you were cooking or baking.

Tonight, you and L were in the midst of decorating and topping a strawberry shortcake. The smell of strawberry cream and strawberry jam, along with sweet dough filled the kitchen air as the two of you iced the cake with cool whip.

"You are doing it wrong.", you spoke teasingly as he almost fucked up the icing. You playfully stuck your tongue out at him as you waved the icing bag in his face, just to see what he'd do.

"Like hell I am.", he responded in the same monotone voice. He raised his finger and got some of the icing on your nose, making you pause in your movements. He took a step back, looking at what he did with a ghost of a grin spreading across his face.

You gave him a slow side eye before turning to face him. Putting some cool whip on your fingers, you smeared some on his cheek as payback.

His eyes widened before, his face still appearing stoic for a moment before he spoke up once more.

"I'm going to get you, little one."

With that, he took a bit of the cool whip and rubbed some on both your cheeks, looking very proud of himself for the act he just pulled.

Soft laughter filled the room as the two of you went back and forth with icing, not seeming to stop soon, despite the gasps and banter.